As time went by John let his hair grow down to his shoulders andhad it done in a very female style. As soon as he?d leave his househe?d slip a pair of...breast forms into the bra he had on under hisshirt. Then one Christmas eve, John was awakened from a pleasantdream by the sound of footsteps and whispers in the hall.?I still don?t like this.? John heard his father say. ?We haveourselves a son, not a daughter. ?Even the doctors say otherwise,? his mother said as she openedthe bedroom door. John. "She's out of her god damn mind," I thought to myself. "Come find me," she called as she disappeared into the night. I hesitated to exit the car. An impromptu game of hide and seek in a graveyard late at night after a long day was not my idea of fun. But I obviously had no choice. I exited the car. "If something reaches up and grabs you I'm not saving your ass! Im gonna get in this car and drive home and I'll just tell them where I left you" I warned jokingly. She just laughed. The moon cast a. But this, too, was the wrong thing -- I was slapped again. "Whyare you not on all fours yet?" she demanded to know, and I sprang intothe position, leaning my head down and pushing my rear into the air."Better, Little Maid. But perhaps you're not as fast of a learner as Ithought." I felt the ankle restraints being moved up to my knees, andwhen I moved them experimentally I found that they were restrained inall directions, locked in place on the bed. My arms had some range ofmovement, allowing me. As I sat, Stacey, Ryan, and Becky, we're already at my office door and coming in. Stacey was a pretty girl. She was nearly thirty years old, bleached blond, and stood about five feet six inches tall. She had a very thin body with "A" cup breasts and she had very little hips. Her white skin didn't conceal her even whiter bikini lines, or that she was totally shaven down below. Ryan, at about five feet eight inches, and 160 pounds, was an athletic twenty something, who clearly shaved everything.